An image to be filed under "things of which Ray would not have approved," with two annotations: (a) it's not hung straight - that's horribly clear to me now (b) it's bought at a posh flower shop in Wimbledon Village, not something artificial picked up from Wilco, nor what Ray used to do - home-made, using wire, and holly from the garden. But really - it wasn't the day on which to find the time to be inventive with holly, and without something, the door looked sadly UnChrismassy. The things that were Not Approved Of - as I've corresponded with several people, it's a strange and liberating moment when one is, at last, an adult, and free from such concerns [and yes, of course, I know there's the deep-engrained unconscious, sitting squarking on one's shoulder]. But still.
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